My Sister

Here's another pop song by me.  Review its structure; note the verses (the journey), the choruses (the theme) and the bridge (the moment of confrontation and realization).

The crickets are quiet, the ground is hard when I get up
A lot of gasoline to burn before I sleep
The sun is grumpy in my morning cup
I make a lot of promises, and some of them I keep


  But my sister
  I always loved my sister
  I always loved my sister
  And my sister loved me


Counting cactus out the window as the miles roll by
Reno in the rearview, Vegas on the dash
Everything I'm selling, no one wants to buy
Dreams blowing down the highway like so much trash

  But my sister

  I always loved my sister

  I always loved my sister

  And my sister loved me

    Sagebrush chapel on a rabbit road

    Pews full of people, honey, I don't know

    You're cold when I take your hand

    I start to cry, I think you'd understand

    I'm on empty, and I've got miles to go

Cold Sierra sunset, the motel smells of pine

I unfold your photograph, take out my flask and pour

I've sold everything that in this world was mine

Come tomorrow morning, guess I'll go out and sell some more

  But my sister

  I always loved my sister

  I always loved my sister

  And my sister loved me